Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 156: Curious, give it a try

Silence is spreading.

It was clear to Ichijo Mirai, "It seems I asked questions I shouldn't have asked."

"You asked a question that you shouldn't have asked," Belmod smiled. "But you were smart and didn't ask a question that was too inappropriate. You only asked the leader's age, not his name."

"Otherwise, I will be in trouble."

Mirai Ichijo said lightly: "It seems that his age, like his name, is something that can give me some clues."

And it’s an iconic age.

Immortality, neon, iconic age, saying it out loud is almost the same as saying the name directly...

Combining these keywords in his mind, Ichichi Mirai thought about it and made a bold guess: Historical celebrities like Xu Fu?
He has left some good or bad traces in history. He is dead on the surface, but in fact he is not dead. He has been hiding in the dark. He is alive to the present, thousands of years later, and he is pretending to be low-key with a strong sense of history. Forced, quietly laying a dragnet against the protagonist.

It’s an old trope in novels.

...But compared to the protagonist, Mirai Ichijo considers himself a villain.

"You misunderstood," Belmode laughed again, "When I say it's difficult, it's not because the name is a secret that cannot be revealed, and anyone who asks will be punished without mercy. This is true for others, but it is different for you. "

"I say embarrassed because I am really embarrassed: should I tell you right away, or should I tease you in secret and tell you later?"

Her tone was relaxed and her attitude was at ease.

But soon, Mirai Ichijo heard a bunch of messy sounds, including the sound of a cat jumping around, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, the sound of seven or eight heavy objects falling to the ground, the sound of two punches, and the sound of Belmode's very Low breathing sound.

Then, it was Belmod's voice that was no longer so relaxed, "...Cow cats cannot be teased. I forgot, he is a psycho. Thank you for reminding me, my dear."

The last title is somewhat refreshing.

Deliberately calm and calm.

A future: "."

Belmod spoke again quickly: "Karasuma."

Karasuma?

This is a name that doesn’t sound that popular. It’s different from popular surnames like Inoshita Kojima and Yamano. However, Ichijo Mirai didn’t know much about Neon’s surname, so he only moved his eyes.

"If it were you, you could know the leader's surname and investigate the leader privately," Belmode's attitude was very gentle. "You could even say that your surname is Karasuma when using a false name."

"In fact, to the leader, although you are not related by blood, you are like his child." She explained, "Since you were born, you and the leader have had some connection. The ingredients of the medicine are like blood. Spreading throughout your body are the traces left by the leader.”

"In a macro sense, you are his child and he is your father."

"Of course no one can stop a child from getting to know his father."

A piece of future judgment: He is indeed a shameless person.

He discovered it when Belmod solemnly praised that he was very suitable for the title of 'Messiah'.

But in just 10 minutes, Belmode had shamelessly spoken nonsense three times, such as 'Messiah', 'The organization's pursuit is for all mankind', and 'Father'. It was really too shameless.

Belmod's voice sounded like a gentle whisper, inexplicably similar to the dim light that lit up the computer screen, "Karasuma Renye."

"his name is,"

She repeated: "——Karasuma Renya."

There are actually two living people in the study, and Belmode, who is making remote calls through the computer, is not among them. One is Ichijo Mirai, and the other is the researcher who will assist in injecting the medicine.

But Belmod seemed unaware and spoke the secret very softly.

Mirai Ichijo was even more unaware. He didn't even glance at the researcher who was kneeling beside him with his head bowed. He didn't seem to notice the trembling figure of the other person. He only thought about it and silently repeated, "Karasuma Renye." "

...a completely unfamiliar name.

A famous person in neon history?

Almost at the moment he was thinking about this problem, Belmode's voice came again, "In this world, the number of people who know this name and its meaning is not more than the number of hands, all members of the organization."

No more than ten people.

If they were all subordinates... there would be quite a few.

I don’t know why, but Mirai’s first reaction was: Oops, there are too many. Then if one day, a righteous brave man comes to attack the evil dragon, the evil dragon will not be able to escape from its shell.

It was just when this idea was coming into play that the system suddenly prompted: [You have obtained a piece of confidential information about 'That Mr. Karasuma Renye'. ]
[Your knowledge of the mysterious organization increases. ]
Belmode was telling the truth.

A future glimpse prompts, confirms, and ponders: no more than ten people.

If they were all subordinates... there would be quite a few.

His first reaction was: "Does Gin know?"

Belmode chuckled, "I don't know."

OK, it can be determined that those members of the organization who know about it probably have a higher status than Gin.

There may be some members of the organization who have no higher status than Gin and are only known because of the special department they are responsible for, but not too many.

That means their abilities...wait again.

"Does Rum know?"

Belmod paused for a few seconds, "On the surface, he didn't know."

“But some members of the organization have been serving the organization since their fathers’ generation.”

"Most of the guys in the organization are smart people."

She didn't say it directly, but her meaning was quite obvious.

Mirai Ichichi immediately changed his judgment: No, knowing the leader's real name cannot be used as the threshold of strength.

"Rum knows about the potion," Belmode added, "but he doesn't know about the potion."

"After the project was shut down, all the data were stored in cold storage. The materials are precious and there are not many left. This is the only potion that the organization can only debug."

"No one knows except that gentleman, you, and me."

"They just know,"

She lowered her voice and her tone was a bit beguiling, "The leader attaches great importance to you. He values ​​you more than any member of the organization. He even values ​​you as if he is his heir."

This is to express: after injecting this medicine, you will be the heir of the organization.

Mirai Ichijo nodded again and judged: He is indeed a shameless person.

It's the fourth time.

There is a leader who can live forever. Whoever becomes the heir will be unlucky. Is this really a coercion and inducement? !
"Okay," Mirai Ichijo said without any objection and just smiled, "One last question."

last question.

Belmode immediately held his breath and listened quietly with the most cautious attitude.

She heard a voice from the future that was word by word, with some sincere doubts, "Am I a fool looking for death?"

"Surviving and being superhuman, OK, that sounds great, but to me it's just a matter of time."

"With the files, I can do almost anything."

"And the heir of the organization..."

He sighed very, very softly, "I can kill all the organizations directly."

"You think I will definitely inject medicine. Is your theory based on 'Ichijo Mirai is a fool who wants to die'?"

……what?
Like a rusty and stuck gear, Belmod's mind turned with difficulty. Before he could finish digesting these words, he heard a sudden exclamation.

was the exclamation from the researcher, who was yelling, "You?!"

"wait wait wait!"

what?
Amid the hurried stop, Belmod decisively tapped the button on the table, and the computer on the table in the study room on the third floor of the villa spun silently for half a circle, with the screen facing a future.

There is a red light on the top of the screen indicating that the video is being taken.

Belmod saw the scene in the study:
Mirai Ichijo is injecting himself with medicine.

He sat on the sofa, half-closed his eyes, held the white injection in his hand, pushed out all the medicine in one breath, and let the cold liquid enter the vein of his neck along the needle.

"It's so fast," he said, "If you're curious, give it a try."

　Let’s just say cows and cats are neurotic x
　　
　
(End of this chapter)